CHAPTER 213: CHAPTER 210: THE OVERBEARING XIANG YU_1

"Stop!"

Just as the Black Snake King and the Sky Wolf King were about to be slain, the vast Void suddenly tore open. An ancient voice echoed out, accompanied by a terrifying Sword Qi. The jade-white Sword Qi swirled with a dense Literary Qi! The sword’s momentum was swift and fierce! It collided with the spear Qi, and the two equally powerful attacks nullified each other, eventually vanishing completely.

"Who are you?"

Xiang Yu roared, his battle spear pointed askew, blood-red ripples spreading around him. His voice was so thunderous it seemed to shatter the Void, creating web-like spatial fissures.

"Wen Chuanxue, an ancestor of the Langya Sect!"

An aged figure emerged from the spatial crevice, hands clasped behind his back. He wore a grand scholarly robe, appearing exceedingly noble. Above his head floated an ancient tome, radiating a golden glow that illuminated his face, his hair and beard entirely white. His long beard swayed in the wind.

"A good dog knows better than to block the path. Scram!"

Xiang Yu raised an eyebrow, his gaze disdainful, radiating unparalleled dominance. He had discerned Wen Chuanxue’s cultivation; merely a Fourth Order Saint King Realm, no different from an ant in his eyes.

Haha! Daring to tell an ancestor of the Langya Sect to scram? This Qin Dynasty general is dead for sure! the Black Snake King thought excitedly. Wen Chuanxue is known for his fiery temper. The next scene will undoubtedly be this Qin general’s blood staining the Changkong. By then, my life will be saved!

"You dare tell this ancestor to scram? You’re courting death!"

Wen Chuanxue was so furious his beard trembled and his eyes blazed. The Evil Qi within him surged uncontrollably, and even the ancient tome hovering above his head turned blood-red.

Kill! This man must die! Never in his entire life had he been so humiliated!

"Rainstorm as One!"

Wen Chuanxue formed a series of hand seals. The Qi of his Literary Dao erupted, communing with the ambient power of heaven and earth, bending it to his will.

BOOM!

The clear sky was instantly swathed in dark clouds. The sound of flashing lightning and roaring thunder was deafening. Purple serpentine bolts of lightning writhed through the clouds, a truly extraordinary spectacle. Immediately after, fierce winds began to howl across the land, forming countless razor-sharp, azure wind blades at low altitudes.

With wind, clouds, lightning, and thunder all present... could the torrential rain be far behind?

Heavy rain began to pour from the dark clouds. This was no ordinary rain. Empowered by the forces of heaven and earth, each raindrop struck like a sharp sword, gouging deep pits where it landed.

"ARGH!"

"Save me!"

Many warriors of the Heavenly Wolf Tribe were struck by the raindrops, bloody holes appearing on their bodies. Those with weaker cultivations were killed instantly, reduced to piles of bones.

Witnessing his tribesmen’s gruesome deaths, the Sky Wolf King’s face turned livid, yet he dared not voice his rage.

In contrast, the ’Overlord Iron Cavalry’, protected by their army’s battle spirit, suffered no harm. Their morale was high as they stared at Wen Chuanxue, bristling with murderous intent.

"Courting death!"

Xiang Yu frowned. With a powerful exertion of his arms, he rapidly brandished his long spear, forming a dragon shadow around himself. The shadow bared its fangs and brandished its claws, letting out an earth-shattering dragon roar.

Wherever the dragon shadow passed, the dark clouds scattered and the fierce winds ceased abruptly.

"Go!"

Wen Chuanxue’s expression darkened. With a wave of his hands, the hovering wind blades and sword-like raindrops blotted out the sky as they surged towards Xiang Yu. The Void they traversed was utterly annihilated.

Die! Just die for me!

The Black Snake King’s eyes widened, fixated on the sky, as if certain that Xiang Yu would be slain in the very next instant.

However, in that next instant, his expression froze, as if he had been petrified, unmoving for a long moment.

What did he just see?

Wen Chuanxue’s attack had been pierced clean through by a single spear strike, leaving nothing behind.

Not only that, but Wen Chuanxue, who had launched the attack, was sent flying like a cannonball, soaring several thousand zhang before crashing into a distant mountain range. The impact caused a massive collapse, burying hundreds more of the Heavenly Wolf Tribe members.

"COUGH! COUGH!"

After a long moment, Wen Chuanxue crawled out from the ruins. His once neatly combed hair was dishevelled, caked with dust and blood. His face was deathly pale, and his eyes were wide with terror.

A Fifth Order Saint King!

Wen Chuanxue stared at Xiang Yu, swallowing nervously. All his will to fight had vanished, replaced by an overwhelming urge to turn and flee. However, remembering the task assigned by the Holy Land’s emissary, he hesitated for a moment before flying forward once more.

"Well? Still looking to die?" Xiang Yu said indifferently, not pressing his attack.

His mission was to eliminate the Black Snake Tribe and the Heavenly Wolf Tribe. As long as Wen Chuanxue didn’t push things too far, he wouldn’t kill him.

"Warrior," Wen Chuanxue began, cupping his fists, an awkward expression on his face, "I wonder if you might spare the Sky Wolf King and the Black Snake King? The Kylin Holy Land is convening the ’East Border Grand Ceremony’ and has specifically requested all King-ranked factions to participate. If you kill them, and the Kylin Holy Land were to take offense..."

The Sky Wolf King’s and the Black Snake King’s eyes lit up; they saw a glimmer of hope. They couldn’t believe Xiang Yu would dare to kill them and risk offending the Kylin Holy Land, especially with the ’East Border Grand Ceremony’ about to be convened.

The Kylin Holy Land was the uncrowned sovereign of the East Border!

The Holy Land’s word was law in the East Border—a sacred edict that no one dared to defy!

"Those who offend my Qin Dynasty shall be eliminated, no matter how far! They shall be annihilated, no matter how strong!" Xiang Yu declared domineeringly, showing not the slightest concern for the Holy Land’s existence. The full might of a Fifth Order Saint King erupted from him, blanketing the area for a thousand li with immense pressure.

Even Wen Chuanxue, a Fourth Order Saint King, found it difficult to stand straight, forced into a slight bow.

The Sky Wolf King and the Black Snake King fared even worse; they were forced to prostrate themselves in the Void, unable to even lift their heads, completely at Xiang Yu’s mercy.

"You dare defy the Kylin Holy Land’s decree?"

Wen Chuanxue was stunned, his mouth agape. In his entire long life, he had never encountered anyone so audacious.

"The Kylin Holy Land’s ’East Border Grand Ceremony’ merely requires the participation of King-ranked factions. Missing two won’t make any difference!" Xiang Yu retorted, his face impassive. He couldn’t be bothered to waste more words. With a thrust of his spear, he pierced the Void. A bloody light flashed, and the phantom of a tyrannical dragon materialized, its roar deafening.

As the Overlord of Western Chu, he had feared no one in his previous life. In this life, too, he would live true to himself, embracing his domineering nature. Moreover, the Law of Domination he comprehended permitted not a shred of fear! Either annihilate the enemy or face self-destruction!

"No—!"

"The Holy Land will not spare you! This King will be waiting for you in the netherworld!"

Watching the incoming spear Qi, the Black Snake King and the Sky Wolf King roared, their faces contorted with venomous hatred. The spear Qi descended, splitting their bodies in two as they plummeted from the sky.

"You..." Wen Chuanxue pointed a trembling finger at Xiang Yu, shaking with rage. If this mission isn’t completed, and the Kylin Holy Land investigates, the Langya Sect will undoubtedly be implicated. But now, the Sky Wolf King and the Black Snake King have fallen...

"One more word of nonsense, and you die!" Xiang Yu shot him a glare, his tone one of absolute dominance, causing Wen Chuanxue to snap his mouth shut. He had a distinct premonition that if he continued to speak, he truly would die.

"My warriors, unleash your fury!"

Xiang Yu nodded in satisfaction. He broke away from the army formation and raised his Overlord Spear high. His mighty war cry, a call to slaughter, reverberated in his soldiers’ ears.

"KILL! KILL! KILL!"

The ’Overlord’s Iron Cavalry’ understood instantly. Their killing intent soared to the heavens as they transformed into emissaries of death, charging forth to massacre the remaining soldiers of the Heavenly Wolf Tribe.

Each spear strike swept through a thousand enemy troops!